F The World

Someday I'll be more than the sum of all I own, but for now whatever, fuck the world

At least last year's gone now, you know December was pretty rough, all whisky, Oreos, and pot

Now I got no heart left because I put this off all night
Now there's no way I can make it right
Now there's no way I can make it right
Now there's no way I can make it